This film has an at least partially deserved reputation as the goriest movie ever made. Other than the buckets of stage blood, however, it has little to recommend it. Most of the humor is strictly Tromaville, more easily at home in pictures such as The Toxic Avenger and Demonic Toys. The meandering plot wallows in adolescent sexuality (Freud would have had a field day with the ending) ultimately serving as little more than an excuse to get the guts onto the screen. I guess if you’re cultivating a reputation as a connoisseur of the splatter sub-genre, the extremes here probably make this movie an important part of your collection. Otherwise ... See if desperate
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